going with the flowing....


Flower in the crannied wall,
I pluck you out of the crannies,
I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little flower -but if I could understand
What you are, root and all, and all in all,
I should know what God and man is.
        Poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson  



2 comments:

Emily Cline said...

Such gentle beauty in these pages! xo

tgarrett said...

Julia- I am loving these- so free and yest there is a deep intimacy to them- thank you for sharing- I love them all I am especially drawn to the second one with all the blues and the one with the red spot with black and the white line work. wonderful!